Lauren clenched her jaw as she watched Adrian’s thick leather whip land the last blow to Dinah’s bleeding back. He swung his body forward for a strong gain of momentum, causing a sharp crack to echo through the room.
A long strip of red surfaced, starting from Dinah’s right shoulder blade, stretching above her left hipbone. Dinah couldn’t contain herself from screaming, which had been enough for Adrian’s satisfaction, and he pulled the whip toward him.
With a white cloth, he swiftly wiped the whip of any blood, sending speckles of red to splatter against the floor and he rolled it back up. The group of women forced to watch quickly scattered. Lauren could hear Dinah’s efforts to mask her sobs, but the way her body quaked, and the chains holding her up shook, gave way that she had been left a crying mess.
Adrian walked over, his whip now securely tucked on his waist; he leaned over, watching Dinah flinch as he touched her shoulder.
“The next time you deny a client I’ll let four of them have their way with you.” Adrian threatened. “Untie her.”
He walked away, watching two of his guards lower the chains from the ceiling. Lauren had been the one to catch Dinah when the chains were gone, as she had nothing else to hold her weight. The guards left, glaring because Lauren decided to stay behind and help her. Adrian did not care if the guards messed with the slaves. The only rule he expected of his clients were payment and condoms, but if clients paid well enough they did not have to use condoms.
As long as the guards paid, they were free to partake in the fun. Dinah latched onto Lauren, hiding her teary face in the crook of her neck. She waited for the crying to stop and once Dinah had become less of a hysterical mess to carry out basic tasks.
“Dinah,” Lauren whispered. “Let me see. I need to see how bad it is, okay?”
Slowly, Dinah removed her arm and turned around to leave Lauren to inspect the damage. She knew it would scar, because one of the cuts had hurt a lot more than it should and Dinah has become familiar with wounds that were life threatening should it become infected.
“Okay.” Lauren sighed. “It’s not that bad. Just the last one will need stitches. The others are shallow cuts that will heal on their own. Let’s go take care of them.”
Dinah needed Lauren’s support to get on her feet as the center of her back ached if she moved. When she was on her feet with stable support, Lauren hooked an arm around Dinah’s waist and led them back to their holding cell. They had agreed to make the travel slow as to not cause any further injury.
“Do you still have that bottle of alcohol?” Lauren asked, getting closer to Dinah’s cot.
“Yeah,” Dinah responded.
They carefully sat down and Lauren had Dinah lay on her stomach when she found the alcohol. She gave the wound a second glance to see that the gash had only formed in the middle of Dinah’s back, and was a lot smaller than it appeared; at least an inch in length. The rest of the red had been the blood smeared on the whip. Lauren gave a sigh of relief; the smaller the wound the less of a problem. She can deal with a smaller gash and stitch it quicker.
“You’ll be fine Dinah.” Lauren assured. “It’s small.”
Lauren took a hold of Dinah’s blanket and ripped a strip from the bottom. She briskly rinsed her hands in alcohol and soaked the sheer cotton material in alcohol. Digging under the sheets, Lauren found a needle with thread and made sure to clean them both.
